I tried to focus on the sound of my shoes sprinting against the cement below my feet, staring out into the fog around me.

My heart was racing as I ran, trying to get away from the thing behind me. I could hear it breathing, growling, snarling.

I knew my attempt was useless, I couldn’t it run this thing. I had no clue where I was going, the fog made it impossible to see more than five feet in front of me.

A scream ripped through my lungs when something sharp dug into my ankle. I was sent into the ground, my jaw meeting the cement with a earsplitttong crack.

I was flipped into my back as blood filled my mouth, the pain in my jaw was unbearable.

My pain took the backseat when my eyes found what had been chasing me.

Black eyes stared back at me, its teeth were huge and bloody. Blood covered the entire body of the monster, its tongue hung out his mouth, Alamo’s touching my face.

Its arms were long, connected to hands bigger than my face and nails lingers and sharper than knives.

Before I could scream, its hands wrapped around my neck and cutting of my air supply.

Pain ripped through me as darkness engulfed everything.

I met my fate, I had no way out.